Running in my dreams like I'm wading through a pool of tears
Am I sprinting for the line or am I running to escape my fears?
"Please don't pick me last!"
These monsters are so big, I'm gonna have to run real fast
The drugs are gonna kill you, better hope the death is quick
You're not the latest or the greatest so the TV says you're
Have you had the birds and bees?
It's like this: your lust is gonna kill us with a four-letter
"Jobs for life" shouts the broker, hungry for a trade
He's going to build himself a bunker with the pots of cash
Because the world is far too near
And he's a pet-loving patriot in the monarchy of fear
Running, running, running, can't be late, gotta make the grade
Reach for the stars
Never never never disappoint, disappoint, disappoint
The stress will be worth it
Now the scientists have killed your gods,
We'll find a way to
make you pay
Just grin and bear it
Ruled by fear
As your end draws near